Hearing Suzy agree to her demand, Diana's excitement was palpable. “Since you’ve already decided, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and do it!”
“I’ll do it,” Suzy replied evenly, gripping the knife tightly.
“But I have one condition. Let me meet the person who hypnotized Elliot. That’s all I ask. If you don’t agree, you won’t get what you want.”
Diana sneered, her tone laced with mockery.
“You still think you’re in a position to bargain? You clearly don’t understand your situation. Right now, you have no leverage, no control, and no right to make demands!”
“So it’s come to this, has it?” Suzy said, her gaze locked on Diana’s face.
“Even with all the hate you claim to feel, isn’t there any trace of humanity left between us? At least give me the dignity of dying with some understanding of what’s really going on.”
“There’s no chance of that,” Diana snapped, showing no mercy.
“If you want Elliot to wake up, you’d better get on with it. Every second you waste is his time, not yours. And just so you know—if he isn’t woken up within thirty minutes, he’ll never wake up again.”
“Is that so?” Suzy replied, her tone calm but her eyes keenly observing every detail of Diana’s demeanor.
In those subtle movements, Suzy finally caught a flaw.
It wasn’t hypnosis. It wasn’t manipulation.
This woman wasn’t Diana at all.
No matter how convincing her act was, there were telltale signs—small habits she couldn’t replicate.
For instance, this woman had a habit of wrinkling her nose, something Diana had never done.
Some people are naturally resistant to hypnosis, their minds too steadfast to be easily manipulated. Diana was one of them.
In her heart, she firmly believed Suzy was the best sister-in-law, and no amount of slander could change her mind. Hypnotizing someone like her would be nearly impossible.
Suzy intentionally avoided inflicting a fatal wound on the imposter.
She still needed answers, and this woman might hold the key to uncovering the mastermind.
Grabbing the woman’s jaw firmly, Suzy forced her to look up. “If you don’t want to die, you’d better tell me everything you know. Otherwise…”
The woman spat defiantly, her face filled with fearless contempt. “Do whatever you want. I’m not afraid of death!”
“Not afraid of death?” Suzy let out a cold laugh. “Let’s see if your bravery is real or just talk.”
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